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- Although she knowes my dayes are past the best,
Simply I credit her false speaking songue,
On both sides thus is simple truth suppress:
But wherefore sayes she not she is vniust?
And wherefore say not I zhat I am old?
O loues best habite in seeming trust,
And age in loue, loues not t'hase yeares told,
Therefore I lye with her, and she with me,
And in our faults-by-ryes we flattered be.
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Call not me to justifie the wrong,
That thy vnkindnesse layes vpon my heart,
Wound me not with thine eye but with thy young,
Vie power with power, and slay me not by Art,
Tell me thou lou'st else-where; but in my sight,
Deare heart forbear to glance thine eye aside,
What nought thou wound with cunning when thy might.
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# SONNETS.
Is more then my ore-press defence can bide?
Let me excuse thee, ah my loue well knowes,
Her prettie lookes haue beene mine enemies,
And therefore from my face the turnes my foes,
That they else—where might dart their injuries:
Yet do not so, but since I am neere slaine,
Kill me out-right with lookes, and rid my paine.
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Be wise as thou art cruell, do not presse
My toung-tide patience with too much disdaine:
Least sorrow lend me words and words express,
The manner of my pittie wanting paine,
If I might teach thee witte better it weare,
Though not to loue, yet loue to tell me so,
As testie sick-men when their deaths be neere,
No newes but health from their Phifitions know,
For if I should dispaire I should grow madde,
And in my madnefse might speake ill of thee,
Now this ill wrefting world is growne so bad,
Madde slanderers by madde eares belecued be.
That I may not be so, nor thou be lyde,
Bearc thine eyes straight, though thy proud heart goe.
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In faith I doe not loue thee with mine eyes,
For they in thee a thousand errors note,
But ’tis my heart that loues what they dispise,
Who in dispight of view is pleased to dote,
Nor are mine eares with thy toungs tune delighted,
Nor tender feeling to base touches prone,
Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited
To any sensual feast with thee alone:
But my fiue wits, nor my fiue fences can
Difwade one foolish heart from feruing thee,
Who leaues vnewai’d the likenesse of a man,
Thy proud hearts slave and vassall wretch to be:
Onely my plague thus farre I count my gaine,
That she that makes me sinne, awards me paine.
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# SHAKESPEARES
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I One is my finne, and thy deare vertue hate,
Hate of my finne, grounded on sinfull louing,
O but with mine, compare thou thine owne state,
And thou fhalt finde it metrits not reproouing,
Or if it do, not from thofe lips of thine,
That haue prophan’d their scarlet comments,
And feald falfe bonds of loue as oft as mine,
Robd others beds reuenses of their rents.
Be it lawfull I loue thee as thou lou’ft thofe.
Whome thine eyes wooe as mine importune thee,
Roote pittie in thy heart that when it growes,
Thy pitty may deferue to pittied bee.
If thou dooft feeke to haue what thou dooft hide,
By felfe example mai’ft thou be denide.
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I Oe as a carefull hufwife runnes to catch,
One of her fethered creatures broake away,
Sets downe her babe and makes all fwift dispatch.
In purfuit of the thing the would haue ftay:
Whilft her neglected child holds her in chace,
Cries to catch her whofe bufie care is bent,
To follow that which flies before her face:
Not prizing her poore infants discontent;
So runft thou after that which flies from thee,
Whilft I thy babe chace thee a farre behind,
But if thou catch thy hope tufne back to me:
And play the mothers part kiffe me, be kind.
So will I pray that thou mai’ft haue thy Will,
If thou turne back and my loude crying ftill.
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